. : | : . Bridgett . : | : .
Bridge continued walking, her eyes closed and her hands out to feel the plants. She twirled about, her hands outstretched just far enough that her fingers brushed bark of trees on either side of her. A blissful smile pulled at her lips while she spun. Carefully lifting a leg up she balanced it along the crook of her knee. She laughed softly, her head dipping low as she did one last, final spin on the ball of her right foot. Loosing her footing for a second, the blond rocked back on her heel until she dropped her left leg back to the ground and landed flat footed. Her hair hung in her eyes as she stared at the walkway in front of her. A slow, quivering breath escaped from her parted lips. Softly a smile yet grew on her face.
She bent and quickly slipped her sneakers off of her feet. Her mind didn't even think of Xaier being out there, possibly watching her. Once her shoes were off, Bridge left them at the edge of the flower garden. Racing off barefoot into the yard, her hands shot out into the air. A grin toyed with her features as she spun her body forward in a cartwheel. She popped back up into a standing position, her face a bit flushed. Turning on her heels, Bridgett did double handed cartwheels back to the where she left her shoes by the garden. She got about halfway there, her goal about five yards off when she stopped and put her hands on her knees. Panting a bit and her hair falling again into her face and eyes, she felt a little light headed now. A whining moan came from her mouth as she dropped backwards onto the grass. Her eyes closed once she was on the ground, her face a warm pink color from her cartwheels. Not even bothering to push her shirt back into place, Bridge just left it be. It was bunched up about her lower ribs. Her head turned onto the side as she took in large breaths. With her legs and arms spread out in the grass, she was just trying to simply relax a little.
She bent and quickly slipped her sneakers off of her feet. Her mind didn't even think of Xaier being out there, possibly watching her. Once her shoes were off, Bridge left them at the edge of the flower garden. Racing off barefoot into the yard, her hands shot out into the air. A grin toyed with her features as she spun her body forward in a cartwheel. She popped back up into a standing position, her face a bit flushed. Turning on her heels, Bridgett did double handed cartwheels back to the where she left her shoes by the garden. She got about halfway there, her goal about five yards off when she stopped and put her hands on her knees. Panting a bit and her hair falling again into her face and eyes, she felt a little light headed now. A whining moan came from her mouth as she dropped backwards onto the grass. Her eyes closed once she was on the ground, her face a warm pink color from her cartwheels. Not even bothering to push her shirt back into place, Bridge just left it be. It was bunched up about her lower ribs. Her head turned onto the side as she took in large breaths. With her legs and arms spread out in the grass, she was just trying to simply relax a little.

















